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May the first is traditionally the beginning of Spring
St Joseph is their patron saint this day to be 
the  only free day when no workers  joined
the throng of people shuffling looking already tired
to wherever they work, eyes down still shut tight
Make them work  long hours you will find
was their bosses right.

May Day the food was prepared with what money they had
try to find some newish clothes to wear, 
though second or third hand.
Their beautiful daughters would wash their hair 
then brush it until it gleamed 
a small flower was placed with utmost care

A maypole is  placed in the village square
With bright coloured  ribbons dangling there
The fiddler would play, soon up stepped the gents
follwed by the maidens, with no lover as yet
They weaved and they bobbed shouting with glee
Many a romance started when they danced happily

At the side the morris men would dance
Jiggling their bells sending you into a trance
All made for a happy day, set in your memory
making you smile for another year 
before a day free

The may queen was chosen some blushing young beauty
Crowned with a ring of flowers and a small bouquet
She would dance for the people in a small ring
waiting to see who wrote and would recite the winning madrigal

May first brings the spring and buds bursting into flowers
A trillion small petals like a shower would flutter down
the myriad it makes brings a smile to your eyes
Cheers everybody it's spring, 
our bodies need this time to relax and survive



Penned 10 April 2015

 

* madrigal. -  a short love poem 


Picture taken by an old friend Dave Chang who gave me permission to use it.

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